.. are we going?" he said.As the words left his lips he realised probably because of the tightcollar that his voice sounded a bit higher and more whis...er than usual."It's a surprise but I like how you are getting into character," she said."It's not really me. It's the collar it's a bit tight," he responded."Oh don't worry I'll sort it out when we arrive," she said with a smile."You are not worried I am going to take advantage of you, are you?" shecontinued with a wink.If it wasn't Fi that was. I still can’t believe that it happened…During the pre-lockdown railway trip to my hometown in the north, I was busy ogling married ladies from the top berth as and when they passed by. By the end of day 1 of the journey, I had jerked off fantasizing about fucking two mature housewives in the train toilet.On day two, in the morning, a young married couple boarded the train and occupied the RAC seats (window side berth meant for two people) adjacent to my berth. From their uneasy expression, it. My feet melt into the floor, unable to move. My mate takes my hand in his, squeezing it to give me courage. A brown-haired handsome man with tatted arms approaches, swiping his dangling cock against my bare leg. My mate lowers my hand, brushing the back of my hand against the stranger's cock. And so it begins.I twist my wrist to firmly grasp this stranger's fat cock, daring to look him in his amber-colored eyes. The one I came with nestles beside me, covering my hand with his, helping me stroke. She giggled as I turned to Jeff and said, “I am just playing Jeff, and I think I should stop playing before I step over the line.”Thalia sat between us at our table and we ordered drinks, the conversation was fun, and it was almost time to go back on stage for the last set. As I checked my phone for last minute messages, I felt Thalia’s hand slide over my thigh, up to my cock. It responded to her touch, and got a little firmer, and she stroked it a few times. She shimmied her hips, and pulled.